Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.